Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Magma,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.